And when you first told me about the position in the bank I was so happy.

Oh, Mr.Winslow, isn't there SOME way by which Charles could have that chance?
Couldn't--couldn't he get it and-- and work there for--for a year perhaps, until they all saw what a splendid fellow he was, and THEN tell them--if it seemed necessary?
They would know him then, and like him; they couldn't help it, every one likes him." She brushed the tears from her eyes.

Poor Jed, miserable and most unreasonably conscience-stricken, writhed in his chair.

"I--I don't know," he faltered.

"I declare I don't see how.